With Golden Wings

[Levedara]

As she had hundreds of times before, Mithika walked through the streets of Suzail going about her various business, and random tumbling. As the hundreds of times before she wore her enchanted white dress with golden trim to complement the sheen that glittered along her arms, her scales a faint golden hue. She wore her typical smile and her blue eyes remained bright while she gracefully slipped to and fro about the city to visit various temples, shops, and merchants. She always greeted them kindly, hullo sirs and ma'ams, and wished them good luck and warmth in parting.

A distinct difference however trailed just behind her. Like her scales she would not hide these. It surprised her how much it changed things. She kept the pair of five and a half foot wings behind her folded lightly.

She met catcalls with her typical quirked brow and light smile. She refused to rise anger even when pelted with various thrown things. She cautioned those that rose to defend her, stating she understood the fears of those that would react so. She reminded shop keepers that she had been visiting for more than two years. She maintained the insistence that no, despite the wings, she was not a dragon. When people questioned her nerve to walk with her wings displayed she simply said;

"Nothing changes when you hide things in the dark. I won't lie and trick people into thinking I'm not what I am. I'm the same person I was a year ago, someone that does good really. I will give everyone the chance they deserve to see that. Any that wish to learn may come and speak to me in the Temple of Good Fortune, where I spend most of my free time, visiting the ma'am."

And there she spends most of her time, answering questions that come her way, or simply enjoying her long internal one sided conversations with the lady luck under the watcher gaze of her statue.

[Levedara]

As she often does

Arriving in Suzail in the early morn, an hour before the sunrise, Mithika pauses as she peers down the long lane to the west gate. Her hands smooth her dress, the light emitted from the fabric providing her with a glowing aura in the still dark early hours. The membrane of her wings shimmers like thick liquid gold as they drift behind her, folded lazily, and the scales of her arms sparkle faintly now and then as she fidgets. With a final breath she steels herself and moves forward, her feet carrying her silently through the street. She moves with confidence, a gentle smile on her face that remains until she makes her way into the temple of good fortune.

Once within the Tymoran temple her expression relaxes, she approaches the tithe plate and fills it before moving before the large statue. She spends a time speaking aloud in hinnish to the statue, unconcerned with any that may overhear her friendly one-sided conversation with the silent monument. With a soft smile she finally offers a nod of her head and turns away with a wave.

Stepping out of the temple as the first hints of light seep into the sky. She moves easily through the city, offering good mornings to the earlier risers she passes, doing her best to appear friendly, though each alarmed expression wears on her. Moving through the city she passes into the royal garden where she wanders aimlessly for a time, enjoying the beauty of the peaceful place. Sitting for a time on a bench before a fountain she pulls free a small bundle. Gently moving the cloth away she reveals a bouquet of crystal roses, the petals chiming together as they're freed to sing a soft twinkling song.

She smiles as the morning sunlight finally pours through the garden and causes the bright crystal roses to flare a rich red. She spreads her wings for a moment, a ripple of rich molten gold fanning out behind her in an eleven foot span as she welcomes the warmth of day. Standing then she moves out of the garden, her expression bright and cheerful as her golden eyed gaze looks over the people that populate the streets. She maintains her friendly demeanor as she wanders through the city somewhat aimlessly, her roses playing their twinkling song as she makes her way.

She pauses to offer help to any that seem in need of it, passes on wishes of good luck to any she finds looking her way, and genuinely makes an effort to show to the people of Suzail that despite her slit pupil eyes, glittering scales, and large wings, that she is kind. Never does she meet threats or vulgar comments with ill reaction. She smiles and simply offers a submissive stance as she moves herself hastily on.

Finally arriving at the market square she stands infront of the fountain, playing her fingers over her roses to make them sing warmly as she thinks over all the hostile faces and wonders quietly how long this chance was going to take to earn. She remains there, looking up to nod now and then to passer-bys, murmuring good lucks now and then, until a large man in rich blues and deep browns joins her, and then several more adventuresome seeming folk.. the day moving onwards as many days do.

[Levedara]

The city of Suzail once again finds it's streets oft wandered by the woman with wings of gold. Amber eyes are warm as she bares herself with a calm demeanor, smile light upon lips set in tanned cheeks. Again to those she finds herself passing in need, she offers aid, to hold a door for one with full arms, bending knee to pick and return something dropped. Critical, cat like eyes, watch and miss little along her way. Her path takes her through the western districts and around to the parks where she remains a time, then back through the dock districts. After each foray into the streets she returns herself to either the Temple of Good Fortune or the Wailing Wheel inn.

Her aim is simple. A display of care and concern for the well being of others from a creature that may be seen as a monster. She will show them that dragon kin may mean no harm, and in fact do good. Never does she show anger or displeasure to those that threaten or regard her with ill intent. When threatened with harm she offers retreat. Courteous and careful Mithika offers the people of Suzail a tireless caregiver that wishes both luck and warmth to all that wish it.

// players are welcome to comment, or participate in these wanderings of course, be it joining mith, antagonizing her. maybe a dm will be interested in providing some npc reactions from here or there for her to work with? (( will fire off a pm ))

[Levedara]

A late night round

"Hullo Derner sir, I'll just have five pounds of whatever meats easiest for you to manage at this hour, if you don't mind." She made a point to pay well, as she always did, for her sizable meal. Once her meal was ready the golden skinned woman, scales glittering in the firelight, would eat quickly, long sharp nails used to rip the meat into strips that she wolfs down with some voracity. Once mean concluded she deposits her plate on the bar, and bids Derner luck and warmth before departing into the streets.

Once exposed to the night air she breaths deeply, then heads north into the back streets. Her amber cat like eyes, as inhuman as they are, bare a friendly cheerful quality as she moves with a sure step, enchanted dress lighting the path she takes. She offers nods and smiles to those she passes, and assistance where it seems needed. Shrewd eyes, she's not one to miss brewing troubles in the back alleys and dismisses violence when afforded the opportunity.

Her path takes her to the north gates, then south where she stops in at the Gardens, pausing to speak shortly to the War Wizards posted outside the tower. She'd inquire after their days and the state of things of late, catching what idle rumor they might provide and supplying her own tidbits. Then ever onwards she'd move through to the dock district where she'd take the long winding road first east, then follow the shore west until coming to the great monument of Azoun IV, testimony to his slaying of the devil dragon. There the Golden Lady would stand for a time, looking up, as her wings drifted to wrap about her like an over sized living cloak. For a time she forgets to be personable, expression fading to a pensive gaze under furrowed brow. The steps of a patrolling guard would bring her back to the moment, and of him she'd ask how the eve was. It seemed a quite night on the docks.

Her steps would take her to the butchers then, where glad to see him still available, she'd buy up as much meat as he'd allow to take back to the inn with her. She'd been taking a heavy toll on Derner's kitchen, so she'd gotten into the habit of bringing meat stock in for him and paying for it to be cooked rather than expecting him to always provide enough to meet her ravenous appetite. Once she had a few full bags she'd tuck it all away into her haversack and bid the few merchants remaining at the stalls a pleasant eve, luck and warmth, before making her way to the temple.

"Hullo Hartlil sir, fine night don't you think really? Has the temple been much busy?" She'd chit chat with the Purple Dragon for a time as he tended to his watch. In the years he'd served at the post Mithika had become somewhat fond of the fellow. Finally when the Cormyrian skies, as they were oft want to do, began to shed rain from heavy cloulds, she departed into the Towers of Good Fortune. Inside she would be seen praying for a long hour before filling the tithe plate and leaving, her footsteps enduring, taking her on yet another circuit of the great city Suzail.

[Not so surly dwarf]

Yawning and stretching after a kip in the the Wailing Wheel's cheapest room, the well armored dwarf catches sight of the golden-winged woman as she exits the inn and utters a powerful dwarven oath into his beard. He eyes the innkeeper as if her mere presence were the man's fault, then grunts out 'Dwarven ale' and tugs at his beard.

'So manling...what do ye know o the lass who just left?' He then places far more coin on the bar top than is necessary for the ale, giving Derner a shrewd look.

//pm sent to player

[Levedara]

From the shadow of an alley way slips a dark figure. Those that see her emerge may wonder how it was that she hid at all as the massive golden wings stretch out behind her to catch the glint of early evening torchlight. Moving swiftly along the side of the street the golden highlights that dapple her form serve to break up her figure however, and almost as swiftly as she appeared she is gone. Having forsaken her typical soft white glowing gown Mithika favors the shadows this night with her charcoal toned tunic, moving through the streets with the intentions of remaining for the most part unseen. Stirred by a feeling of unrest she prowls the city watching people as they move about, keen eyes searching for trouble.

[Levedara]

A skipping landing brings Mithika to ground in the royal gardens. Her tight, and hardly concealing flight garb blended well with her golden tan skin, though unlike her limbs that glinted in the evening sunlight, it's fabric was not so reflective.

Her silent steps carry her to a bench, which she straddles. While typically the golden lady offers smiles and good cheer to all she passes in the fair city of Suzra, today she seems stern. She sets her haversack on the bench and roots around, pulling out several boxes before discovering what she wants - quill, ink, and slightly rumpled paper.

She sets to writing quickly in her tight script, then digs out an envelope and a bit of sealing wax. A claw neatly cuts a piece of wax free, which she then sets on the envelop, leaning close and cupping her hands around as she breathes long and deep several times over. Using a signet she presses her seal into the wax thereafter, and sets to pulling out various other boxes. Her dress finally found, she slips it over her garb, along with her crisp white mantle. She spends a moment marshaling her features into a warm smile, then sets out, going directly to the courthouse.

Once the letter is delivered she turns her course towards the Tymoran temple, smiling and well wishing all those that pass, even the ones that throw fruit.

[Levedara]

She wears a smile, gentle, under warm amber eyes that seem more patient than whimsical these days. Her slitted pupils not so fast to focus on the little details around her. Mithika treads the streets of Suzail with a quiet confidence now, comfortable as she passes through, accustomed over the year passing, to the ways of it's people.

Working still with dedication to the notion of proving to the good people that dragon kin are not all monsters, that indeed there are good dragons, the golden lady keeps her wings held high, her laughter merry, and her calm steady in the face of abuse at the hands that refuse to accept her.

Often she alights and lands in the garden, trips to and from the Hullack, and distant Shallybrook. Many nights she spends sitting in the Wailing Wheel, now and then offering the bar rounds at her expense. Mostly though she walks the long miles of roads in her sparkling white dress, or rests quietly, speaking to those that will speak with her in the Towers of Good Fortune, Tymoras Temple.

It has been over a year and a half now since she began her work in the city, yet she does not question when her task will be done, instead, enjoying each day she spends within it.

[Levedara]

Having left for the Greenlands for a time with her Fiancee Garum Glandash, the Dragonslayer, the Golden Lady was not seen for some time.

Yet once more she returns, golden wings held high, though often with a somber expression, still quick to smile. She comes and goes from the Tymoran temple and visits all the areas of the city she has missed, talking to the people that remember her, and telling stories about the founding of the Soggy Dog, the inn Garum had dreamed of for so long. Restlessness seems to have brought her return, while her now husband tends the bar at home, she's come to visit old haunts, see friends, and make new ones.

In Suzail particularly she cuts a public figure, once again working towards improving the general reputation of her kind with good acts, and a refusal to resort to violence or spite when faced with hostility or cruelty at those that see nothing more than a monster amongst them.